The First Snowfall is Like Drinking a Paxil Milkshake

I was walking my dogs this morning when it started to snow. One flake, ten flakes, a thousand flakes, and it was like drinking a Paxil milkshake: I became happy, calm and optimistic all at the same time. My mood changed so noticeably that both the dogs stopped and looked up at me, expecting treats or pets or some kind of bipedal validation of their profound dogness. It’s still snowing a little bit and I’m still happy (though it looks like there won’t be much more today).